Free Singer from the Sea by Sheri S. Tepper Page B

provincial councils elected representatives to the Lord Paramount’s Council of Ministers, a group charged with oversight of interprovincial matters such as the maintenance of roads and bridges or the location and support of schools and medical services for the million or so citizens of Haven.
    Preservation of the belief system which supported the tranquil, unchanging culture of Haven was the particularduty of the scrutators, who reported to the Invigilator, an officer of the Tribunal, the body that assured the continuation of the traditions of Haven. Thus, as Haven had started, it continued: a peaceful, changeless, easy kind of a place, where sound basic education, excellent sanitation, advanced medical care, and adequate diets contributed to long life spans for most of a populace ruled by, so everyone among the ruling class agreed, a conservative but well-intentioned aristocracy.

FOUR
Mahahm
    S OUTH OF H AVEN, ON THE MINOR CONTINENT OF M AHAHM , Shah Arghad rose early on the third morning of the Time-of-Renewal, a thrice-yearly holy time during which aspirants for elevation were examined for their faith. The first two days of the examination had been conducted by trusted associates in the annex. Though the Shah seldom left the comfort of the palace, his presence at the second stage of the examination was obligatory. No candidate brought by an aspirant might go to the place of reward without being individually selected and blessed by the Shah. No sacred substance might be dispensed to the aspirants except from the Shah’s own hand, making the sole source of all such rewards abundantly clear.
    Ybon Saelan, the Shah’s most trusted minister, was waiting in the anteroom, already clad in the robe of blessings.
    “May your life be extended beneath the everlasting sun,” murmured the minister, presenting the sacred goblet.
    Upon the clear water floated a slight haze of fragrant dust, and the Shah drank the ritual draught quickly.
    “May we all be so livened,” murmured the Shah, as he returned the goblet.
    His serving men helped him into the royal cloak trimmed with the feathers of hunting birds. They pulled the insulated hood over his head. His horse was waitingin the portico, heat dissipating straps of harpta-hide dangling from its belly-band, its skull protected by a foam helmet much like the one beneath the Shah’s hood. Though it was cool now, in a few hours the desert would be a furnace.
    “Are the aspirants assembled?” the Shah asked.
    “They await Your Effulgence,” murmured the minister.
    The Shah mounted his horse, one of only half a dozen on Mahahm, a symbol of royal authority no less than the golden dome of the palace, the prostrations of his servitors, the length of his reign, all by the will of the Great Sun whose son was the Shah himself. The gates were swung open and he rode at a slow walk into the outer courtyard where the two files of black-robed aspirants were mustered.
    Their faces were stern and still, as befitted aspirants. Each pair bowed low as Ybon Saelan pronounced their names and the Shah passed between them. There were fifteen men in each file, and as he reached each pair the Shah inclined his head, intoning, “As the Fire of Heaven wills.”
    The outer gate swung open as he led the aspirants into the street, where the procession was arranging itself around seven giant harpta lizards, the last one bearing basket panniers, the other six walking between lines of white-veiled candidates. Each candidate was to be accompanied by one of the aspirants from the courtyard or, if the aspirant was infirm, that aspirant’s delegate. In the half dozen cases where this applied, the aspirants were already placing the hands of their delegates—often a son or younger brother—upon the head of the candidates while reciting the ritual transfer of responsibility to the younger men. When all was orderly, the minister led the black-clad participants in reciting the oath of the ritual masters, the solemn